Haha, it would probably be one seriously trippy book. I wouldn't even have a clue where to start making it into an actual story. Maybe if I have another equally weird dream, I can smush 'em together and try to make something from it. XD

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I look from the wings of the play you are staging. As I'm sitting here, doing nothing but aging. While my guitar gently weeps.

In my dream Ringo had cancer. And lying on the couch in the living room of the house of the Beatles. I was out with some people. Some doctors (because they wore white coats) and some few of the medical professionals. Everyone waited to enter. That the Beatles said they were not willing to take Ringo to the hospital because they don't rely on what they would do to him. (They must have worried him very much!) Then spread a message Schering Beatles patient who wants to treat him personally would have to come to their house. Probably, I had no idea in medicine but when I saw commotion around their home I ran straight to see what happens. John came out. "Who here is a doctor lungs?" He asked. A number of people raised their hands. He put them. I realized that my only way to get home. Because if Ringo will not survive the disease. I can't see him again! (It was my desire) A few minutes later John came back out, down more than I was before! "Who here is a kidney doctor?" He asked! A number of people raised their hands. I picked up. He looked at me oddly. I knew it would not look good - a girl of 13 years old? Kidney doctor? He put the people raised their hands. I could not miss the opportunity! Ringo needs me! Or rather: I need him? I pushed through the crowd and came to the door. "No, no. girl. Do not go." John told me. "My dad a doctor!" Invented on the spot. I did not know if it will help me, I was already with one foot in the house! John did not look Convinced. But one woman, who apparently saw me, pushed me and said to John: "You know she can help! So what are you wasting your time!" John really didn't want to waste time. He put me. But it was not a fan party in there. Doctors ran all kinds of home. Was feeling gloomy and dark. I went over to Ringo. He is with wild hair and his face was weary. He was covered with blanket and infusion was connected to his hand. There's more (a bit long so I will continue later)

I sat down on my knees. He closed his eyes. He did not look good, he does not look like the pictures a smiling and happy. I did not like to see it that way. The machine shows the patient's heartbeat sounded uniformly. "Girl." Someone said behind me. I turned around quickly because it's a bit startled me. It was Paul. He did not look happy. "Come." He said, and pulled me to my arm. What have I done that already made him angry at me? I thought. He led me into a corner and whispered angrily: "Who brought you?" "John," I replied. "Why?" He asked. Probably, I had no answer to that ... "You know that here not divide signatures. I looked in his eyes. I said nothing because I had nothing to say. "I ask you to go" he said. I did not want to go! But then the miracle happened that George suddenly appeared and called Paul. Paul left me. I ran after them towards Ringo. The machine showed the heart of Ringo changed beep. It was not a good sign! John yelled at the doctors: "Somebody do something already! Stop stand like scarecrows!" The doctors came running. Paul was not around, so I went back to sit next to Ringo. "Ringo, please!" I pleaded. "Ringo!" I said again. The machine made a long, sharp beep ... Everyone stopped. Someone pulled my shirt back. It was Paul. I was angry. I turned to Paul shouted to him: "You ... you do not tell me what to do!" Then I pushed him! He fell on the door, it opened, and he fell on the people who were outside. Anyone who was in the running for the door. I stayed and Ringo. I knew that I had a lot of these options run to Ringo. I crouched beside him. I took the cold hand. Paul walked me angry as never was. "You ..." He hissed in anger! I imagined what will this punishment that I pushed him. Did not want him to give me a contradiction! (That's what my sister once did me) but then machine back to Twitter. One doctor went to Ringo touched his face. "His face was not the cold!" Even his hand was already hot. John felt the palm of my hand. "How did you do that?" He asked. I did what? What? Why are you excited? After that I woke up and my hands were warm ...

Anyways, I had a dream where me and Paul got married, so he carried me into a limo (where we had a lovely time XD) and we went to the airport and went to London for our honeymoon (I was still in my wedding dress on the plane btw, kinda weird )

I had a really starnge Beatle dream last night and it was more like nightmare I didnt like it.I was walking down a street and i heard laughter so i looked behind me and nothing was there. So I continued to walk along, then someone bit me and I screamed cuz of the pain. I pushed the person who's biting me off my sholder (where they bit me) and their arm hits my nose and that makes me fall back. Now im on the ground and i look up to see who bit me and george stood there with blood dripping from his mouth! : ( ill post the rest later i have to go)

Ok now I can continue to tell my dream, nightmare

So blood dripping from George's mouth I see this and I run as fast as I can, I run into Paul and he as this creepy look on his face. Paul looks at my sholder and touches it and licks his fingers, I begin to whimper and he says something in italian "Non ci sono titoli che contengano la parola/frase". After that he pushes me up againest a wall George, John, and Ringo come out nowhere and they're holding me down George lets go of me and has an italin conversation with Paul

Wait everybody! This morning I had a dream and I wanted to write it in the morning but I had to go to school. And is the dream -- I was in my class. Learning history. Then suddenly John's go inside and violates the peace was. He said: "Hello to all children! How are you? What are you studying? How's Mom?" Etc. ... Since beginning of the year I dug my class on the Beatles and now all my school knows I'm very Fan of them. Everyone looked at me, I blushed with shame. John pretty embarrassed me. "Hello kids, I came here to do you a lecture on drugs" and then he pulled out his pocket of his suit bag with drugs. Then began the worst part!! He started smoking in my class l.s.d and joints. The boys in the class laughed. The girls screamed. I wanted to run away . The teacher did nothing, just looked at me with a look of - "Why did you come here to this crazy?" I did not know he would come to class! I think it was a day when childrens bring their parent Lecture for his work. But John usual retorts .. I got up from the dream I was afraid to go to school.

I had dream about Paul last night:I went to a concert he was playing and there was a girl who walked to the stage and asked him to give her a kiss on the hand. And he did ! Seeng this some other girls went to ask for the same favour. And so did I. And I was sucessfull He looked very cute and was very sweet and patient. I didn't say anything, probably becourse I knew I would not be able to.Well more and more peole come to the front and everything changed more to a party than a concert and Paul was walking among the audience. So I was meeting him a second time and this time I tried to talk to him. At the beginnign I was only babbeling but then I managed to tell him who much I loved the Beatles and his music. Can you guess what happend next ? I can't ! I HATE MY ALARM CLOCK !!